|A storm over Collinsport |
A storm front continued to fill the air around Collinsport with electricity and light. It was late autumn storm that chilled the citizens of the small fishing village in Maine to their bones. Every 20 minutes as if the sky was breathing a flash if lighting burst into a roll of thunder.
It was a growl and energy, a hurling of power by Mother Nature that ushered in the birth the new baby, they named: Christopher Grayson Reed.
At the hospital, Kimberly rested in her bed. She was still flush and sweating from giving birth to her second son. A nurse patted her forehead with a wet cloth and gave her the tiniest sip of water.
"You did so good Mrs. Collins. Your husband is so proud of you!" The nurse said.
"My husband?" Kim asked, unsure of how David knew she had given birth.
"Yes! He's just outside, I'll have him come in." The nurse replied taking a small dish with cold water that she had dabbed the wash cloth in.
Kimberly, her mind all over the place and exhausted after giving birth, was confused. How did David get to the hospital? Who released him from Windcliff? She began to feel her stomach jump in her body. Would he be the same David? Did he find out she had been drugging him to make him insane?
As Kimberly began to panic over the realizing that David was at the hospital and possible knew how she had plotted with Victor all this time, two shadows passed the hospital window. Kim could see the man and the nurse behind the window's shade. The nurse motioned for the man to go into the room where Kim was.
The door opened, and in walked Victor Reed, the baby's true father.
Kim gasped in relief. Victor lied about who he was to the hospital.
"Oh, god Victor. They told me my husband was here." She sighed.
"A little word play." Victor smirked.
"How's the baby???? Can I see him?" The new mother asked.
"You'll see him...you did really well, love. You really did. The baby is a healthy boy. You should be really proud of yourself. I know that Chancellor Devlin is very proud of you. And with what is going to happen in a short amount of time, we'll be almost complete." Victor said reminding Kim of the bomb they planted at Collinwood.
"Oh my god...the bomb!" Kim replied as Victor hushed her.
"Keep your voice down." he said.
"You don't understand Victor, before we came to the hospital I was trying to explain to you what would happen if we succeeded in killing all of them. The money...all of the money will go to Carolyn's daughter in London, not David since he's at Windcliff....We can't kill them, not this way. The house, the insurance, all of it. They're be an investigation, Victor, they won't stop until the find out how the house blew up and when the discover foul play no money will be awarded. It'll all be for nothing." Kim said, her head clearing of the fuzzy nature after birth.
Victor thought about it for a second and realized there were caveats to his plan if it succeeded that he hadn't thought about before. The power of the Collins money and control of the company was indeed tied up in the living members of the family, and if they killed Carolyn and Caleb that meant it would go to David and Alex, but David was locked away at Windcliff, he would instantly be considered unable to carry on....that left Alex the soul heiress...not Kim. Kim, and thus Victor and the OTH would be left out in the cold. Completely.
Victor scoffed and joked:
"The bomb won't be all for nothing. They'll still be dead." Victor reminded her.
Kim scoffed back at his recklessness.
"At what cost? Your freedom? Mine? We have a son now Victor, we can do this a different way. Not much time has passed on the timer. We can still stop this and figure out a new way to kill every last Collins family member. The OTH needs us, they need us to continue our vision, if we get caught, all of that is gone. And they'll come after the Chancellor next. Think about this." Kim warned.
Victor frowned. She was right. Every last investigator in town and in the nation would be hot on the trail of who killed the an entire family by bomb. It wasn't Victor's brightest ideas. He knew Kim was right and that soured him on her but his ego had to take a back seat. They had to stop the bomb.
"How much time do we have?" She asked him as he looked at his watch.
"7 hours. But...I didn't tell you the other thing." Victor said.
Kim's eyes widened. Her heart pounded causing her heart monitor to go into overdrive.
"What. Other. Thing." she said each word coming out of her mouth, slowly like a thick syrup. Slowly, as if she were hoping the slower she spoke the less true whatever he was about to say would be.
"I put the bomb in an obvious place. Where anyone could see it. If someone finds it and tries to stop it, it'll go off before the timer. I did that on purpose." Victor confessed happily.
The bomb was left under the kitchen table. Where Caleb was often found playing with his toy soldiers.
Kim's face turned as still as stone. She knew exactly why he had done that. Caleb. He wanted Caleb dead first and foremost. Her own son. Her child. Her first born.
"Get me out of this bed, we have to stop this. We have to stop this!!!" She shouted.
Victor tried to calm her, but she refused. She knew that time was of the essence, and if Caleb was already running around the house playing and if Carolyn wasn't paying enough attention to him it was only a matter of time before the bomb would kill them all and a world of scandal and law would fall on them.
"Mrs. Collins, would you like to meet your son?" A nurse said entering the room just as a loud roll of thunder flashed across the sky over the village.
"We need to leave now. We need to go." Kim said her face showing panic and fury.
"What? But ...you can't!" the nurse said as she cuddle baby Christopher.
"You don't understand." Kim said as Victor continued to try and calm her. "There is a situation at our home and we need to be there to stop it. Or...we just....I need to go!!" Kim shouted.
"Mr. Collins, I don't understand." the nurse said to Victor confusing him with David.
"It's ok, we're ok." Victor said as he pulled the nurse and baby Christopher a side. "Is it possible that I can get my wife home for just a few hours? The baby can stay here, I know that you need to observe him for a few days. But as you can see my wife is incessant on getting home." Victor said.
"That's almost out of the question Mr. Collins. We have to observe the baby and your wife for at least 24 hours. There could be complications that occur and we need to be sure she's watched and taken care of if something does happen. " The nurse explained.
"I can make it worth your while nurse....Howard." Victor said reading the nurse's name tag. "I can definitely make it worth your while. I mean, money is no object and no one needs to know."
The nurse looked over at Kim, she was already removing her sticky tags that recorded her vitals to the monitor. She knew that it was against all protocol to allow a mother of a new born baby to leave so soon after the birth of a child, but it had been done before. Now that Collins money was being thrown at her there was no other question about it.
"Ok, but give me about 10 more minutes to get her paper work signed off." Nurse Howard replied. "The baby stays." She added.
Victor smiled after getting what he wanted. "The baby stays." he repeated.
Kim looked over, the nurse rushed off with the baby to prepare Kim's paperwork. He smiled at her, a signal that it was fine. They'd be able to catch the bomb if someone didn't get to it first.
|Josette's Ghostly Hands|
At Collinwood, an Autumn thunderstorm flashed through the sky and through the great stainless window above the main staircase causing a kaleidoscope of colors to flash every few seconds on 5 year old Caleb Collins' pristine little face.
He was playing on the landing with a small little air plane. He lifted his hand pretending the plastic airplane was floating through the air. He made sounds with his mouth, puttering his lips in a mechanical nature as if the plane's engine was thrusting it through a blue sky.
He rushed down the stairs, plane up as high as his little arm could reach, like it was flying.
He ran around in circles in the foyer continuing with the engine noises with his mouth.
He then went into the drawing room where Carolyn was on the phone with her airline agent.
"That's right, I need to add on a ticket to mine.......are you sure there's no seat next to mine?......How about moving my seat to another part of the plane where there are two available?........fine fine....I don't mind coach............" She said. "Seat....D4 and D5, got it." Carolyn repeated out loud as the airline agent gave her the two new seat assignments.
Caleb continued to run around the drawing room sofa making noise with his plane annoying Carolyn who seemed to be stressed out with her new travel plans.
"Caleb, darling, please take that into another room please!" She shouted at him.
The little Collins boy frowned and put his hands with the plane in an X form in front of him and headed out of the drawing room back into the foyer as Carolyn then called someone else.
"Darling, hello! ....Oh I miss you too. How's Alex? God I miss that little face......things here? Well, they're just as I thought like they'd be. Horrible. I don't want to get into anything right now but listen, I have some news. I'm brining Caleb back with me ok? I just think ....I think he's better off with us. What? Kimberly? Ill explain later." Carolyn said over the phone to her husband Jack in London. She saw Caleb listening in the corner and she pointed at him to leave. Then mouthed "Privacy."
The grandfather clock struck the hour. A loud chime rang through the foyer startling Caleb who shook it off quickly and rushed off continuing on his play-flight with his toy airplane in the air. He was making engine noises again bursting through a side door from the foyer that led into a small corridor that Caleb followed. Running. Flying. Pretending.
Then he entered the kitchen. The Cook had the evening off. Caleb had the whole kitchen to himself. His plane flew around and around the kitchen table. He was pretending the table was a mountain and the plan had to fly over the mountain to get to its final destination.
Caleb made a loud sound with his mouth and threw the plane over the table. The toy plane came fluttering down on the other side of the kitchen table in a plastic crash.
The little boy laughed at the sound and rushed over to the other side and fell to his knees to pick up his favorite toy. As he reached for the plane, he looked under the kitchen table and there was the bomb. Ticking. Ticking. Ticking away the life out of Collinwood.
Caleb tilted his head. He didnt know what it was. It was such an interesting objet for a little boy to see. A box of sorts, with wires and colors and a clock that was counting backwards. He stared at it, almost in a trans and then he slowly began to reach for it.
The glowing red clock reflected in his eyes the counting down just before the explosion was to go off. There was plenty of time, but as Victor mentioned any kind of tampering with the wires would cause the bomb to go off prematurely, something Victor was hoping for.
Caleb slowly reached for the bomb, his little hand gripped one of the wires and pulled.....
Then a giant, raging explosion of fire, bright and hot lit the sky like a million suns. It raged through the house with a force that began to tear through the bricks that were placed there over 200 years earlier by the men who built this place as if they were tinker toys being tossed to the floor by a child.
The powerful blast tore through the walls, Carolyn, fell to the floor, her head bursting open when it hit the floor. The Walls started to collapse. The beams in the ceiling began to fall. Caleb's little body gone, the fire engulfed the whole house. The 250 year old stained glass window at the top of the staircase burst into a million shards that crumbled down in a rain of glass.
The west wing, where Claudia Bouchard lay locked in her room, the room that was Quentin Collins at one time in history, was on fire. She woke up to a hand caressing her cheek.
She opened her eyes to see the Ghost of Josette Collins.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" The witch Claudia yelled, suddenly finding herself in a collapsing building.
"Something has happened. You must, MUST help." Josette said, her transparent body reflecting the fire and collapsing room all around her.
Then Quentin's door opened.
Claudia, her lungs filled with smoke rushed out, confused. Unsure of what in the world had happened. Josette hot on her tail.
"YOU MUST HELP!!!" Josette's ghostly voice echoed.
"HOW!??!??!" Claudia said, her heart pounding. She was trapped by fallen burned beams covering the hallway.
"YOU MUST HELP!!!!" Josette said, again her ghostly voice echoing in the rage of the fires.
Then, a second explosion, just as powerful; and just how burst like a fire ball from below that knocked a giant whole in the floor under Claudia. She fell to the second floor and on top of debris from the house. A gas-line had burst and the house was collapsing all around her.
Claudia rolled over on a giant heap of debris and closed her eyes. She did not know what happened. She did not initially feel the first explosion. The fires were burning all of Collinwood to the ground. Claudia wanted this mansion gone too but not like this. Not when it wasn't her terms.
"YOU MUST HELP!!" Josette's voice echoed.
Claudia stood up on the mountain of the debris. She looked down, and she saw the painting of her father Barnabas torn to shreds with only the ripped portion of his face form the canvas showing to the bottom of the massive heap of debris she was standing on as the smoke continued to fill the space around her.
This was not the way she wanted it to end.
She closed her eyes. She took a deep breath of the smoke and screamed a scream that could reach the depths of hell and to the highest of heaven. It was a scream that filled all the elements all around her and time began to shift.
Things began to fall upward. The smoke began to recede. The floor above pulled Claudia up and refilled itself where it had exploded. Claudia had successfully turned time around and everything was going backwards. The fires began to extinguish. The walls were going back up brick by ancient brick. The ceiling was going back up beam by ancient beam.
Barnabas' painting flew back on to the wall in the reconstructed foyer. Intact.
Claudia was flung back into Quentin's room. The door locked again. She fell back on the bed as if nothing happened. Sleeping.
Carolyn lifted from the ground. Her head wound healed.
Caleb was back in the kitchen, reaching for the bomb under the table...he reached and ....
Out of no where, a hand grabbed his and pulled him out from under the table.
"Don't touch." The person said.
Caleb's eyes became as large as two little hardboiled eggs.
"They're way of life? That sounds like there are some legal issues involved. There aren't are there?" The police recruit asked concerned.
"No, no....nothing like that." Cameron, now named Loomis McGovern said, hiding the fact his own material cousin David killed his father back in 1966.
"I see." The police agent said, looking over the paperwork. "It still must be painful to let go of the family that raised you this way. Are there any kind of hurt resentful feelings towards them?" He added.
"Oh, no, They didn't raise me. They didn't even know I existed for most of my life. Most of them still don't really know me. And I'd prefer it that way. With my name being changed I can pursue my life without their influence. I want to help people. I want to make the community better. But I can't do that with this name. I can't." Cameron said.
"My god....." She whispered, covering her mouth in shock. "What's going to happen to Christopher, the baby? What's going to happen to David?" Kim asked.
|Abandoned Collinwood, 2015|
"This is your final awakening my child. Today...today is the day your fate and destiny finally begin to be fulfilled." Bathlem said to Barnabas and Angelique's daughter that she raised.
Claudia was alone again.
|In the abandoned Collinwood mansion, |
Claudia encounters JACK THORNE